(10/13/09)
Body do not fail me now, So many pages still to turn In the unfolding book of soul, Let the holy fires burn, Burn away and purify The remnants of all egos past, Let fall away the sense of self Surrendered all to Thee at last; Nor let the wiles of fictive time Interrupt the spirit's course, Let me still chant the sacred AUM Filled with Thy transforming force.
Poems Undated (1727)
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